Just reading that story though, fuck I wanted to wack Cam in the mouth.
Watched a show where they were doing a challenge against eachother, kenny dosed spenny with 4-5 blotters of acid without him knowing.
Show was cash.
[QUOTE=Septimas;32813592]Watched a show where they were doing a challenge against eachother, kenny dosed spenny with 4-5 blotters of acid without him knowing.
Show was cash.[/QUOTE]
oh yeah, kenny vs spenny was fucking great.
Im so depressed they canceled the show:(
[QUOTE=GeneralMastiff;32798507]You get to ride a train to school?[/QUOTE]
I thake a train to school, its not that strange, compared to some stuff in this thread
[QUOTE=MountainWatcher;32811020]He destroyed one of his eyeballs and was biting his throat.
Yeah, not just teenagers fighting each other.[/QUOTE]
Where I live, teenagers could go as far as fighting with machetes and battery acid.
Though I can't judge if that's the norm where he lives.
[QUOTE=voodooattack;32815215]Where I live, teenagers could go as far as fighting with machetes and battery acid.
Though I can't judge if that's the norm where he lives.[/QUOTE]
battery acid and machetes would get you put away for a LONG TIME
[QUOTE=Lebowski;32815366]battery acid and machetes would get you put away for a LONG TIME[/QUOTE]
Yeah, if they got caught that is. Sadly, we have neighbourhoods the police wouldn't dare approach.
Well, voodoo, move the fuck away from there, then.
Heh, why? I used to be one of those teenagers myself. :v:
You guys were right about having read that confession about the guy having flashbacks to a neighbor that was lit on fire. It's in the v6, here: [url]http://www.facepunch.com/threads/968961?p=26935268&viewfull=1#post26935268[/url]
Fifth confession down.
[quote]Hey Facepunch,
I just wanted to get this off my chest. That I just can't ask someone out to save my life. I've had 2 friends that I might have been able to do something with, but I always tell myself "ask tomorrow" and tell myself that every single day. Fast forward a bit, and you get to today(being used as recent time, not the date today). Girl I like, take the train with her 4 days a week from school and I haven't done anything. Also the school program I am in is very small; 25 kids in the freshman year. The two friends that I thought I could have a chance with now go to a different school than I do, due to the aforementioned program. Basically you have to be first or you are shit out of luck. I've already screwed this up twice, and I don't really want to go for 3. What should I do Facepunch?[/quote]
Here's the deal bud. I used to be like this. You have to fucking get over your shit though. I'm not kidding, I moped and worried and acted all depressed, and then I realized, I'm in control of myself. Not what mistakes I make, I can change according to my mistakes. So I grew a pair and asked someone out, and, sure enough, we were together for 16 months before we broke up this past Friday. I didn't have a girlfriend until I was about 17, in the summer before senior year. It happens. But you can do it. You can get over yourself, you can man up, and you can make yourself a better person. I know you can, especially if I was capable of doing it.
[QUOTE=WastedJamacan;32822346]Here's the deal bud. I used to be like this. You have to fucking get over your shit though. I'm not kidding, I moped and worried and acted all depressed, and then I realized, I'm in control of myself. Not what mistakes I make, I can change according to my mistakes. So I grew a pair and asked someone out, and, sure enough, we were together for 16 months before we broke up this past Friday. I didn't have a girlfriend until I was about 17, in the summer before senior year. It happens. But you can do it. You can get over yourself, you can man up, and you can make yourself a better person. I know you can, especially if I was capable of doing it.[/QUOTE]
I'm gonna do this, thanks, Jamacan. I'll try to ask out the girl I love that sits next to me in history! Even if she probably hates my guts, usually says I'm not worth anything, I'm a jerk (idk why she says it!) and is another source of my severe depression! [I'll probably fluke out and won't...who am I kidding..?]
[QUOTE=BlackCrow;32824248]I'm gonna do this, thanks, Jamacan. I'll try to ask out the girl I love that sits next to me in history! Even if she probably hates my guts, usually says I'm not worth anything, I'm a jerk (idk why she says it!) and is another source of my severe depression! [I'll probably fluke out and won't...who am I kidding..?][/QUOTE]
If she tries to tell you you're not worth anything, she herself is probably the one with no worth. Seriously, no girl is worth it if they put you down consistently. Unless you deserve it. And if you really think you're a jerk, that sounds like something you need to fix about yourself. Also, I think you need to start being more positive. Think about the good qualities about yourself. I know this is a common exercise they have new recruits do during BCT in the army, but every day write down at least three good things. It'll improve your life and how you live. Just do your best to focus on the good, try to get rid of the bad, and make yourself a better person.
[QUOTE=BlackCrow;32824248]I'm gonna do this, thanks, Jamacan. I'll try to ask out the girl I love that sits next to me in history! Even if she probably hates my guts, usually says I'm not worth anything, I'm a jerk (idk why she says it!) and is another source of my severe depression! [I'll probably fluke out and won't...who am I kidding..?][/QUOTE]
not sure if srs
[QUOTE=WastedJamacan;32824340]If she tries to tell you you're not worth anything, she herself is probably the one with no worth. Seriously, no girl is worth it if they put you down consistently. Unless you deserve it. And if you really think you're a jerk, that sounds like something you need to fix about yourself. Also, I think you need to start being more positive. Think about the good qualities about yourself. I know this is a common exercise they have new recruits do during BCT in the army, but every day write down at least three good things. It'll improve your life and how you live. Just do your best to focus on the good, try to get rid of the bad, and make yourself a better person.[/QUOTE]
Alright, I'll try that good thing exercise tomorrow when I get back from school..
and I don't even know if she's joking with me when she says it..my mind shifts from "Nah, she's just joking." to "What if I really am worthless..? No wonder everybody avoids me.." and a whole bunch of stuff.. I have a really bad view of myself.. I tell her I feel like an evil asshole lately and she says.. "No, your too nice." and the next day she tells me I'm mean to her, and that I'm a jerk..but like I said, Idk if shes joking or not.. We both share a dark humor-esque personality..and she's depressive like me as well..she also has a bunch of picture-cuts on her..like stars and stuff carved into her skin..she says her friend did it, but her ex-bf, close friend of mine, and best friend of hers tells me that everybody just tells her to kill herself&stuff..and that she cuts because of that..that she hides it.. We both share the cold isolation within ourselves as well..
[editline]16th October 2011[/editline]
Damnit! I don't even know If I can do the good thing... I feel like I'm in the world's biggest hole of depression.. I feel like I deserve to be depressed, I don't even fucking know anymore...I feel so alone..cold..isolated..I dont know!
[editline]16th October 2011[/editline]
[B]ALso-Facepunch, I'm sorry for all the stupid posts I've posted in the past..I said insensitive shit to make myself feel a bit better about things..to get my mind off..like a drug..or an alcohol. Forgive me, facepunchers... Forgive me, everyone.. I'm sorry for everything..[/B]
[QUOTE=BlackCrow;32824365]Alright, I'll try that good thing exercise tomorrow when I get back from school..
and I don't even know if she's joking with me when she says it..my mind shifts from "Nah, she's just joking." to "What if I really am worthless..? No wonder everybody avoids me.." and a whole bunch of stuff.. I have a really bad view of myself.. I tell her I feel like an evil asshole lately and she says.. "No, your too nice." and the next day she tells me I'm mean to her, and that I'm a jerk..but like I said, Idk if shes joking or not.. We both share a dark humor-esque personality..and she's depressive like me as well..she also has a bunch of picture-cuts on her..like stars and stuff carved into her skin..she says her friend did it, but her ex-bf, close friend of mine, and best friend of hers tells me that everybody just tells her to kill herself&stuff..and that she cuts because of that..that she hides it.. We both share the cold isolation within ourselves as well..
[editline]16th October 2011[/editline]
Damnit! I don't even know If I can do the good thing... I feel like I'm in the world's biggest hole of depression.. I feel like I deserve to be depressed, I don't even fucking know anymore...I feel so alone..cold..isolated..I dont know!
[editline]16th October 2011[/editline]
[B]ALso-Facepunch, I'm sorry for all the stupid posts I've posted in the past..I said insensitive shit to make myself feel a bit better about things..to get my mind off..like a drug..or an alcohol. Forgive me, facepunchers... Forgive me, everyone.. I'm sorry for everything..[/B][/QUOTE]
We forgive you. And no one deserves depression. You aren't alone. You're a good person, you just have maybe a few bad things you can discard and get rid of. It's alright man. Are your parents willing to get you help, if you need it?
[QUOTE=WastedJamacan;32824467]We forgive you. And no one deserves depression. You aren't alone. You're a good person, you just have maybe a few bad things you can discard and get rid of. It's alright man. Are your parents willing to get you help, if you need it?[/QUOTE]
Ahh..fuck.. I hate psychologists and shit.. Ironically, I want to study to become one..
I know an alternative, though..I'll try the alternative..
[quote]Gah, dunno why I'm sending in another one. I guess I just need to get some shit off my chest.
As stupid as this sounds, I honestly think my whole life has been shaped due to one event. See, when I was six, my whole life got flipped turned upside down. Nobody in my family told me that my aunt and uncle were divorcing, and my mom told me she was going over there for some fish. (She was going to help my aunt get some stuff.)
I went about my day, being a happy little tyke at school, till time came to go home. I sat outside the church (Catholic school) for about an hour, wondering where she was. Finally a cop came and picked me up, telling me I had to go to the station. I sat there with my older brother for a few hours, thinking to myself that she had to be all right, she had just gone for fish. (I later learned they had told my brother but not me that day.) Later on, our uncle came and picked us up, and I thought we were just spending the night. So I calmed down a bit, played a few games, and went to bed, not knowing the fact my family was freaking the fuck out. The next day I awoke to find half my family there, and they just say quite plainly, "Your mother's dead." That was bad enough on it's own, but surprise surprise, Aunt Michelle passed on along with her. And you know why? Because my uncle was so goddamn drunk, he shot them both. And what I found out just a year ago, was that the bodies were beaten so FUCKING BAD, they couldn't even fucking tell who was who. That was why they were goddamn cremated. The worst part is he never went to jail. He offed himself after doing the deed.[/quote]
I thought about the fresh prince of bel-air when reading this one.
[QUOTE=BlackCrow;32824502]Ahh..fuck.. I hate psychologists and shit.. Ironically, I want to study to become one..
I know an alternative, though..I'll try the alternative..[/QUOTE]
what would that be?
[QUOTE=WastedJamacan;32824890]what would that be?[/QUOTE]
Poontah?
When's the next batch?
[QUOTE=buttered_toast;32835624]When's the next batch?[/QUOTE] Now.
I don't know what is with you guys, but all these stories are getting really depressing.
[QUOTE]Hi Facepunch. First time ever doing this kind of thing, so don't mind
it being too..I dunno, confusing as fuck or something. I don't like
talking about myself.
Well, I guess I should give some background on myself.
First, I'm 17 years old, Senior year in high-school, taking Computer
Info Systems in a vocational tech thing, rather anti-social person in
real-life, etc.
I've had some pretty serious anger issues all my life. Even when I was
in pre-school (From what I've been told, anyway - I forget anything
that happened before I was 6 years old, really.) I had issues with
punching other toddlers and stuff. In fact, it was because of these
anger issues that my mom decided to take me out of school for 2 years,
and homeschool me. This didn't work too well, either. So in 7th grade,
went back to the normal public school system...Well, it didn't work so
well. I flipped out pretty much every week, throwing shit around like
a fucking child, without much reason either, rather than people just
being assholes. If I remember correctly, I completely wrecked a room
near the end of the year, broke 2 doors, and wrecked 2 lockers.
So, after that happened, I was sent to an alternative school program
known as CSF. (I forget what the acronym meant..) For the next 3 years
I was there. Part of me wants to believe that I made significant
changes there..but I really don't think so, I had just as many issues
if not more than in public school. I actually got charges pressed
against me for assault twice in those three years. Not gonna go into
it.
Guess it's worth saying that my parents divorced in 2009. They're
still fighting over custody bullshit today. Also, my mom's
grandparents died in the same month as my dad finalized the divorce
letter, so obviously that was stressful as fuck for everyone involved.
I think something about that year knocked me in line..at least for a
little while.
Now, going back to the present, I'm starting to worry that I'm going
back to the whole 'flipping out without notice' thing..and I'm not
sure what to do anymore. This is usually happening in the mornings..I
have a tendency to sleep through my alarm clocks, so my mom pretty
much has to get me up every morning, starting at 6 AM..And recently,
especially in the last couple of weeks..I dunno, I just feel like such
shit in the mornings...And being repeatedly nudged and yelled at to be
woken up obviously doesn't lead to good results with me. I've missed 3
days of school in the last 2 weeks, and I've made about 4 additional
holes in the walls.
The most..notable and worrying incident for me in these past couple of
incidents, though..was probably a couple weeks ago... My mom had
really important things to do, and needed to wake me up a bit earlier
so she could leave. I think after 30-45 minutes of her fighting with
me, I finally got up, starting screaming and cursing, and she simply
left the room. For some reason that I'm still not sure of, I fucking
snapped and ran down the stairs, yelling more, throwing anything I
could pick up. She yelled back, and it was basically a screaming match
for 2 minutes, before I ran over, and punched her in the arm several
times.. After that, the one conscious part of my brain was like "oh
fuck what did you just DO you fucking RETARD" and told me to back off,
and go upstairs, and just sit there and cry for the rest of the
morning. Life went on as normal the day after that.
So. Yes. I'm amazed there hasn't been more repercussions from that. I
seriously thought she would go call the cops or something, but didn't.
But I'm worried about this happening in school, or at work, or
something. I don't want to have a criminal record, I don't wanna be a
useless, homeless fuck for the rest of my life. I need to find a way
to control these ridiculous anger issues, but I just don't know where
to start, or how to do this.
...Wow, reading this after I'm finished typing, it's messy as fuck and
barely makes sense. Oh well.[/QUOTE] You should see a psychologist, they could help.
[QUOTE]My carpal tunnel is acting up so I'm going straight to the point.
This happened about a year ago, and I'm fine now, but I just want to get this out.
My friend invited me to his birthday party, which seemed a bit strange because I was going through some weird chemical imbalances since I was taking something like 52mg of Concerta a day, making me gave nasty hallucinations of all my senses and sending me into a loner mindset at school. Long story short, after eating ~16 hotdogs, 3 burgers, and drinking innumerable amounts of soda, I got into a little pullup contest with the friend in question. I did 90 reps, much higher than my sober max but thought nothing of it. I beat a fucking football (american) player. I was on the swim team at the time, so I wasn't unhealthy, but swimming for many hours a day had begun to take it's toll on my abdominal wall. I was unknowingly on the precipice of a hernia, and considering the stupid shit I did that night, it wasn't far behind. The party ended with a whimper at around 12am, and I bid farewell to my friends. I didn't sleep that night, I just got on the computer and fucked around a bit, watched some TV, and played XBL with some friends until ~1pm.
That's when the same friend called me up again and invited me to go chill with him and some people I kinda knew. I said yes, and, showing no signs of abdominal protrusion, took the bus to his house. Again, we hung out and nothing out of the ordinary happened. I also made some new friends, but that won't matter for what's to come. I was walking over to my second bus stop when this guy I sorta knew from school, let's call him Pedro (that douchebag that always wants to fight you for NO FUCKING REASON) happened to be walking the other way and started talking shit. I payed no attention, I hate fighting. He started to fucking shove me and, after much provocation, I hauled off and and blasted him in the fucking head. He stumbled, but apparently he's made of stone and tornadoes. He responded by fucking destroying my face and gut with three consecutive blows. That's when I got an intense pain in my abdomen. I said "fuck this shit" and sprint hobbled away and escaped. I had to walk home and finally arrived at ~6:30, where I immediately vomited blood and hot dog into the kitchen sink for ten fucking minutes. My parents were concerned, obviously, and after talking about it and getting nowhere I tried to sleep. I felt like I got stabbed in the gut and kicked in the plums.
I'd elaborate on this, but my hands hurt like a bitch so here's the gist of what happened after.
>Testicular torsion
>Left testicle removed
>Abdomen sealed with stitches and medical glue shit
>Four months of agony and bleeding scrotum and dick
>Muscles atrophy
>Get back into school
>Work out
>regain lost muscle and more
>Become an asshole for the rest of the year
>Popular asshole
>Gets in another fight with pedro the bustop boxer
>Pedro and I are in a canal by the mountains
>We fight, the fight felt really fucking long but was only ~5 min
>Enraged with lost testicle, I take out my stainless steel swiss card and begin hacking
>Blunt-force'd off the lower bit of his left hand
>His pinky is on the ground
>Ring finger hanging by a thread
>Go all out on his face (w/ fists)
>Knocked him out
>Left feeling awesome
>Now feel like the worst kind of person
Bonus!
>Pedro is an illegal
>Didn't tell anybody
>Me,no punishment for fucking up his hand, feel like shit whenever I think about fighting. [/QUOTE]
Ow.
[QUOTE]This fucked me up in the head so much with guilt..I gotta get it off my chest..
I met this beautiful&cute girl, who had finished dating this mutual
asshole we knew, She loved me alot..and she would stay close usually..
The ahole told me that she liked me and that we should go out..we
kinda shrugged it off--like friends do when they're told that..
The next week.. I met this other girl..who is now my ONLY friend..and
I was talking to her..we had so much in common.. and the 1st girl
stared at me from across the street.waiting for me to say Hello or go
up to hug her..
..I--I turned back to look at my best friend, and I looked back at the
1st girl..she looked at me sadly and I turned my back slowly and
started talking to my now-best friend..I wanted to talk to her more..
Shortly after..the girl that loved me moved to Washington..and she
made a facebook..
It turned out she was in a heartbreak situation because of that.. I
tried adding her and tried apologizing..but she deleted it&never
replied.. At least 3yrs later, It haunts me...I know how she feels
now..because the same thing happened with me and my best friend..and
I'm just shattered.. I'm sorry..I wish I could fix the past...I just
hope your happy now..alive and well...I'm so sorry....[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE]I'M SORRY IF I TYPE THIS IN ALL CAPS BUT MY CAPS KEY IS BROKEN SO I HAVE TO TYPE LIKE THIS.
WHEN I WAS 14 (IM 16 NOW) THERE WAS THIS GUY AT MY SCHOOL WHO WAS THE GENERIC IN-CLOSET HOMOSEXUAL GOTH (SHIT WAS FREAKY MAN) WHO WOULD WALK UP TO ME AND TELL ME ABOUT HIS DREAM OF ME ON THE STREET WITH SHRUNKEN HEADS, I HAD BROKEN LEGS AND BODY PARTS ON THE CONCRETE AND ABOUT HOW HE WOULD IMAGINE CUTTING PEOPLE UP WITH BUTCHER KNIFES, THIS MOTHERFUCKER WAS CRAZY AND SCARY. HE TOLD ME HE WOULD CUT HIMSELF AND DRINK THE BLOOD LIKE A VAMPIRE, HE TOLD ME HE WAS A BAT AND TOLD ME AT NIGHT TO GET OUTTA SIGHT AND ALSO TALKED ABOUT VOODOO, I'M GLAD TO GET THIS OFF MY CHEST AND THANK YOU FOR(HOPEFULLY) READING[/QUOTE] THAT IS COOL.
[QUOTE]I watch My Little Pony and hate on other people watching it due to my insecurity. [/QUOTE]
[QUOTE]I watch My Little Pony and hate on other people watching it due to my insecurity.[/QUOTE]
This is surprisingly common
[QUOTE]I'M SORRY IF I TYPE THIS IN ALL CAPS BUT MY CAPS KEY IS BROKEN SO I HAVE TO TYPE LIKE THIS.
WHEN I WAS 14 (IM 16 NOW) THERE WAS THIS GUY AT MY SCHOOL WHO WAS THE GENERIC IN-CLOSET HOMOSEXUAL GOTH (SHIT WAS FREAKY MAN) WHO WOULD WALK UP TO ME AND TELL ME ABOUT HIS DREAM OF ME ON THE STREET WITH SHRUNKEN HEADS, I HAD BROKEN LEGS AND BODY PARTS ON THE CONCRETE AND ABOUT HOW HE WOULD IMAGINE CUTTING PEOPLE UP WITH BUTCHER KNIFES, THIS MOTHERFUCKER WAS CRAZY AND SCARY. HE TOLD ME HE WOULD CUT HIMSELF AND DRINK THE BLOOD LIKE A VAMPIRE, HE TOLD ME HE WAS A BAT AND TOLD ME AT NIGHT TO GET OUTTA SIGHT AND ALSO TALKED ABOUT VOODOO, I'M GLAD TO GET THIS OFF MY CHEST AND THANK YOU FOR(HOPEFULLY) READING[/QUOTE]
This is a reference to Dead Island. Just so you guys know.
[quote]I'M SORRY IF I TYPE THIS IN ALL CAPS BUT MY CAPS KEY IS BROKEN SO I HAVE TO TYPE LIKE THIS.
WHEN I WAS 14 (IM 16 NOW) THERE WAS THIS GUY AT MY SCHOOL WHO WAS THE GENERIC IN-CLOSET HOMOSEXUAL GOTH (SHIT WAS FREAKY MAN) WHO WOULD WALK UP TO ME AND TELL ME ABOUT HIS DREAM OF ME ON THE [B]STREET WITH SHRUNKEN HEADS, I HAD BROKEN LEGS AND BODY PARTS ON THE CONCRETE[/B] AND ABOUT HOW HE WOULD IMAGINE [B]CUTTING PEOPLE UP WITH BUTCHER KNIFES[/B], THIS MOTHERFUCKER WAS CRAZY AND SCARY. HE TOLD ME [B]HE WOULD CUT HIMSELF AND DRINK THE BLOOD LIKE A VAMPIRE[/B], HE TOLD ME [B]HE WAS A BAT AND TOLD ME AT NIGHT TO GET OUTTA SIGHT AND ALSO TALKED ABOUT VOODOO,[/B] I'M GLAD TO GET THIS OFF MY CHEST AND THANK YOU FOR(HOPEFULLY) READING[/quote]
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vo3NXDWBML8[/media]
[quote]My carpal tunnel is acting up so I'm going straight to the point.
This happened about a year ago, and I'm fine now, but I just want to get this out.
My friend invited me to his birthday party, which seemed a bit strange because I was going through some weird chemical imbalances since I was taking something like 52mg of Concerta a day, making me gave nasty hallucinations of all my senses and sending me into a loner mindset at school. Long story short, after eating ~16 hotdogs, 3 burgers, and drinking innumerable amounts of soda, I got into a little pullup contest with the friend in question. I did 90 reps, much higher than my sober max but thought nothing of it. I beat a fucking football (american) player. I was on the swim team at the time, so I wasn't unhealthy, but swimming for many hours a day had begun to take it's toll on my abdominal wall. I was unknowingly on the precipice of a hernia, and considering the stupid shit I did that night, it wasn't far behind. The party ended with a whimper at around 12am, and I bid farewell to my friends. I didn't sleep that night, I just got on the computer and fucked around a bit, watched some TV, and played XBL with some friends until ~1pm.
That's when the same friend called me up again and invited me to go chill with him and some people I kinda knew. I said yes, and, showing no signs of abdominal protrusion, took the bus to his house. Again, we hung out and nothing out of the ordinary happened. I also made some new friends, but that won't matter for what's to come. I was walking over to my second bus stop when this guy I sorta knew from school, let's call him Pedro (that douchebag that always wants to fight you for NO FUCKING REASON) happened to be walking the other way and started talking shit. I payed no attention, I hate fighting. He started to fucking shove me and, after much provocation, I hauled off and and blasted him in the fucking head. He stumbled, but apparently he's made of stone and tornadoes. He responded by fucking destroying my face and gut with three consecutive blows. That's when I got an intense pain in my abdomen. I said "fuck this shit" and sprint hobbled away and escaped. I had to walk home and finally arrived at ~6:30, where I immediately vomited blood and hot dog into the kitchen sink for ten fucking minutes. My parents were concerned, obviously, and after talking about it and getting nowhere I tried to sleep. I felt like I got stabbed in the gut and kicked in the plums.
I'd elaborate on this, but my hands hurt like a bitch so here's the gist of what happened after.
>Testicular torsion
>Left testicle removed
>Abdomen sealed with stitches and medical glue shit
>Four months of agony and bleeding scrotum and dick
>Muscles atrophy
>Get back into school
>Work out
>regain lost muscle and more
>Become an asshole for the rest of the year
>Popular asshole
>Gets in another fight with pedro the bustop boxer
>Pedro and I are in a canal by the mountains
>We fight, the fight felt really fucking long but was only ~5 min
>Enraged with lost testicle, I take out my stainless steel swiss card and begin hacking
>Blunt-force'd off the lower bit of his left hand
>His pinky is on the ground
>Ring finger hanging by a thread
>Go all out on his face (w/ fists)
>Knocked him out
>Left feeling awesome
>Now feel like the worst kind of person
Bonus!
>Pedro is an illegal
>Didn't tell anybody
>Me,no punishment for fucking up his hand, feel like shit whenever I think about fighting.[/quote]
Don't worry man, only having one testicle doesn't do much to you at all, although I can imagine losing it after having it for years is quite a bit different than losing it at birth. I had testicular torsion at birth, and I've lived my whole life with one testicle. I just have to be extra careful during sports.
I would of called immigration on Pedro if he did that to me.
[editline]/[/editline]
or uk border force
[QUOTE=WastedJamacan;32838428]Don't worry man, only having one testicle doesn't do much to you at all, although I can imagine losing it after having it for years is quite a bit different than losing it at birth. I had testicular torsion at birth, and I've lived my whole life with one testicle. [B]I just have to be extra careful during sports[/B].[/QUOTE]
you gave me the worst mental image
[quote]My carpal tunnel is acting up so I'm going straight to the point.
This happened about a year ago, and I'm fine now, but I just want to get this out.
My friend invited me to his birthday party, which seemed a bit strange because I was going through some weird chemical imbalances since I was taking something like 52mg of Concerta a day, making me gave nasty hallucinations of all my senses and sending me into a loner mindset at school. Long story short, after eating ~16 hotdogs, 3 burgers, and drinking innumerable amounts of soda, I got into a little pullup contest with the friend in question. I did 90 reps, much higher than my sober max but thought nothing of it. I beat a fucking football (american) player. I was on the swim team at the time, so I wasn't unhealthy, but swimming for many hours a day had begun to take it's toll on my abdominal wall. I was unknowingly on the precipice of a hernia, and considering the stupid shit I did that night, it wasn't far behind. The party ended with a whimper at around 12am, and I bid farewell to my friends. I didn't sleep that night, I just got on the computer and fucked around a bit, watched some TV, and played XBL with some friends until ~1pm.
That's when the same friend called me up again and invited me to go chill with him and some people I kinda knew. I said yes, and, showing no signs of abdominal protrusion, took the bus to his house. Again, we hung out and nothing out of the ordinary happened. I also made some new friends, but that won't matter for what's to come. I was walking over to my second bus stop when this guy I sorta knew from school, let's call him Pedro (that douchebag that always wants to fight you for NO FUCKING REASON) happened to be walking the other way and started talking shit. I payed no attention, I hate fighting. He started to fucking shove me and, after much provocation, I hauled off and and blasted him in the fucking head. He stumbled, but apparently he's made of stone and tornadoes. He responded by fucking destroying my face and gut with three consecutive blows. That's when I got an intense pain in my abdomen. I said "fuck this shit" and sprint hobbled away and escaped. I had to walk home and finally arrived at ~6:30, where I immediately vomited blood and hot dog into the kitchen sink for ten fucking minutes. My parents were concerned, obviously, and after talking about it and getting nowhere I tried to sleep. I felt like I got stabbed in the gut and kicked in the plums.
I'd elaborate on this, but my hands hurt like a bitch so here's the gist of what happened after.
>Testicular torsion
>Left testicle removed
>Abdomen sealed with stitches and medical glue shit
>Four months of agony and bleeding scrotum and dick
>Muscles atrophy
>Get back into school
>Work out
>regain lost muscle and more
>Become an asshole for the rest of the year
>Popular asshole
>Gets in another fight with pedro the bustop boxer
>Pedro and I are in a canal by the mountains
>We fight, the fight felt really fucking long but was only ~5 min
>Enraged with lost testicle, I take out my stainless steel swiss card and begin hacking
>Blunt-force'd off the lower bit of his left hand
>His pinky is on the ground
>Ring finger hanging by a thread
>Go all out on his face (w/ fists)
>Knocked him out
>Left feeling awesome
>Now feel like the worst kind of person
Bonus!
>Pedro is an illegal
>Didn't tell anybody
>Me,no punishment for fucking up his hand, feel like shit whenever I think about fighting.[/quote]
Don't worry, some celebrities have only 1 testicle, like uhm, like Hitler. You like Hitler don't you sport?
Oh well, I tried.
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